In the invisible forest, each step is a whisper between the echoes of time, a dance of silence beneath the canopy of stars. When a thought falls like a leaf, does it ripple through the air unseen, still resonating in the void?
The trees are shadows cast by light beyond our understanding, standing watch over the breaths we forget to count. In the heart of the unseen, does the tree ponder its existence if no eye beholds its rise and fall?
Follow the Echoes Cloaked in Light